July 28, 2006
Slowly I awake, slowly I rise…
Where I was
I had wings that couldn't fly
Where I was
I had tears I couldn't cry
My emotions
Frozen in an icy lake
I couldn't feel them
Until the ice began to break
I have no power over this
You know I'm afraid
The walls I built are crumbling
The water is moving
I'm slipping away
I throw myself into the sea
Release the wave
Let it wash over me
To face the fear
I once believed
The tears of the dragon
For you and for me
July 19, 2006
Maladies
Planchard picked up the lantern. “I can tell you nothing more, my lord, for I have heard nothing that tells me the Grail is at Astarac, but I do know one thing and I know it as surely as I know that my bones wil soon rest with the brethren in this ossuary. The search for the Grail, my lord, drives men mad. It dazzles them, confuses them, and leaves them whimpering. It is a dangerous thing, my lord, and best left to the troubadours. Let them sing about it and make their poems about it, but for the love of God do not risk your soul by seeking it.”
I came across this passage from Bernard Cornwell's Heretic (aye, the third book) yesterday morning, nary a day after I'd read something somebody else had written about maladies. Now why would it seem that in the text above, the word “Grail” could very well be replaced by… something else… and all the rest would be just as true? And just as with the Grail quest, those other quests — and everything one finds along the way — are, in a way, their own great reward. However, unlike the Grail quest, there are times when one can actually judge and decide to leave off those other quests, and be glad, be very glad, for everything — and everyone — one has stumbled across along the way.
July 17, 2006
Quote of the day
“The more people I meet, the better I like my cat.”
— Brian Kantor in the Scary Devil Monastery
July 14, 2006
*Oof* reprise
Yep, another bad case of *Oof*… I blame those Thursdays… Never could get the hang of Thursdays… and sometimes they do seem to spill right out into the Friday afternoon, too!
Anyway, today's *oof* — just how deeply asleep must I have been so that, instead of a simple chmod 644 blah.cfg I tried to do a chmod u+w blah.cfg — and managed to actually type out chmod o=w blah.cfg, thereby bringing the poor file from 444 to 442 instead of the desired 644…
And in case you have no idea what I'm talking about at all — no worries, it seems that I myself have no idea whatsoever!
July 02, 2006
A man only sees what he wants to see…
A man only sees want he wants to see
When he's in his mind
Where he is that he wants to be
Living in a world where he's safe from reality
Won't you take a chance on this night
And follow me
There are times when I feel like saying something for months — and then find out that somebody has already put it much better than I could.
